Franz Grillparzer Quotes

Poor, desperate creature; he wants an audience … the people won’t turn out to hear him.

No one knows who I am and no-one cares. I could jump in front of a camera man and he'd just tell me to get out of the way.

I was a guy who abandoned a TV show. I didn't care about people.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

I don't really give a damn about too much other than myself.

I just always assume no one is listening.

And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention

How many of us, myself included, have lost our bearings; we are no longer attentive to the world in which we live; we don’t care; we don’t protect what God created for everyone, and we end up unable even to care for one another.

If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

Ain't nobody gonna care enough to catch you fall.

I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence

But indifference would ultimately commend itself as a devastating weapon.

Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George." "No time for rats? That's just sad.

I couldn't give a rat's tutu about your emotional distress

One can get used to ugliness, but never to negligence.

The disinterest [of my two great-aunts] in anything that had to do with high society was such that their sense of hearing ... put to rest its receptor organs and allowed them to suffer the true beginnings of atrophy.

You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.

My big struggle is how people can not care, erase, not remember.

My honors are misunderstanding, pesecution and neglect, enhanced because unsought.

I've found the secret of happiness, total disregard of everybody.

What do I "think" of President Reagan? The best answer to give would be: I don't think of him. And the more I see, the less I think.

The unfortunate do not pity the unfortunate.